I’m sick, 3.5 readers. I know, all 3.5 of you admire and look up to me so much that it is difficult to comprehend me as a human being with human problems, but there you go. It happens.
The weird part is that I would do anything for a glass of cold 7-Up right now. Whenever I am sick, that’s what I desire the most. I usually wait awhile until the coast is clear and it looks like I can drink some without shooting it out of my top and bottom like that little girl in the Exorcist.
However, I don’t have any, so when I feel better, I’ll have to haul my butt out to get some. This reminds me of something I’ve always said during past bouts with the flu, namely, that I would create a stockpile of 7-Up in BQB HQ and have it at the ready in the event I get sick.
Easier said than done though because, come on, 7-Up is delicious and I would just drink up my theoretical stockpile even when I’m feeling good.
Maybe if I keep a bottle under glass and smash the glass only when I’m sick but really, who wants to clean up smashed glass? Not me. I’m sick.
What say you, 3.5 readers?
